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he uncurls and looks past the

big sun and the big tower

in front of it.  He stretches his feet

away from him and small rocks

near his legs fall down the

hill, gathering speed as they go.  He

stands then turns and

climbs on his horse tied to

the tree he was under.  When the branches

drop snow on his horse’s head

he laughes and says something

in a proto Slavic language,

calling the horse a snow head, or something

like that, it looses the humour in

the translation.

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